"Yaoyao, this is politics, which has nothing to do with you, a girl," Mi Zhenglin said with a smile.
"Oh." Mi Yao indeed had no interest in knowing, as the matters of the Royal were too far removed from her; she was even struggling to survive now, "Dad, have some water."
Mi Zhenglin took the cup and took a sip, "I heard that this Commander Feng is a bastard of the Feng Family."
Mi Yao nodded, "Yes," suddenly she thought of something, "Dad, do you know about Commander Feng's background? I never heard of him before; he seems to have emerged only in the past couple of years."
